In the early morning when the first light of dawn appeared, the Downspirit Clan, with a near-pilgrimical reverence, embarked on their journey back to their homeland.
Passing through the clan land of the Fierce Tribe, which had been reduced to Ash, the way ahead became clear.
Upon seeing the scene before them, even the youngest Downspirit emitted a spontaneous exclamation of awe.
This was a beautiful scene as if it were a painting.
In Star Valley, the fertile black soil seemed to be oily to the touch, clear streams meandered, adorned with berry bushes that looked like stars, and mountains surrounded the area in the distance, acting as a natural barrier.
The air quality here was better than in the Spring Basin, and each breath brought Tu Hu a sense of joy.
Inside the valley, it was silent, with only the sound of the wind and birds, proving that this land was ownerless.
